"It's understandable. After all, the Demonic Yin Body has a special significance for us Immortal Ship people, so it's inevitable that the captain would encounter this situation."

Lin Mo offered a word of comfort, then glanced at the weakened Ye Mu before walking towards Xiao Lan.

"Hey, hey, hey, cheer up! The Dragon Girl from the Pill Refining Division is coming soon, you have to hold on!"

Qingque knelt on the ground, placed Xiao Lan on her lap, and fed her water as she weakened.

Lin Mo bent down to examine the simply bandaged wound and breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Fortunately, this blow hit the appendix and wasn't fatal. As long as we avoid excessive bloodlust or infection, it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."

Qingque nodded, then couldn't help but ask, "How is that guy named Yemu doing now?"

Lin Mo frowned slightly and sighed, "He should still be fighting against the evil thoughts right now, but his willpower is too weak, and coupled with his deep sense of guilt, he is probably in grave danger."

The demonic body is more like a mental mutation than a physical one. This kind of mutation cannot be easily cured by doctors. Even if Miss Bailu came, it would be extremely difficult to completely cure the demonic body.

"Cough cough."

Xiao Lan coughed and tried to stand up.

"You're awake! Hey, don't move! You still have injuries that need treatment!"

Qingque hurriedly said.

But Xiao Lan didn't care at all and stubbornly stood up.

She covered her wound with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other, moving with a limp, which made Qingque feel a pang of heartache.

Lin Mo looked at the woman struggling towards Ye Mu and felt a slight pang in his heart. He understood what she meant.

Just as Qingque was about to stop him, Lin Mo grabbed his wrist and said:

"let her go."